Them Tesco doughnuts, they're something else, aren't they?
I would not normally be the type of guy who goes out of his way to advertise the big T (sorry Colin).
I would definitely not be the sort of guy who pushes Finnzy-Bob in a buggy 1.5 miles each way to fill up on steroid-boosted chicken and mass produced doughnuts.
No way San Jose.
But today I read THIS (thank you MAiT for ruining my Sunday...)
I find it highly depressing to have to share a planet with those humanoids...
Mind your own shaggin business people of the fish and trinity.
So you want to ban sex before marriage, and ban contraception, and have loads of kids. Fair enough. This is your life. And your life options. And I am sure that you will love these many kids of yours to the best of your ability, and raise them according to your values and ethos.
Fair enough. That's your life. These are your values and your choice.
But mind your own fucking business and get off your high crusaders' horses.
For fuck sake.
This blip is brought to you by Baby-Jesus-doesn't-like-swear-words-but-fuck-that,-your-medieval-attitude-brings-out-the-Tourette-in-me.
Ah, I feel better now.